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bad bih - haiti babii lyrics

[intro]
suck my d*ck like a kool*aid pickle
hit it from the back, make your b*tthole wiggle (ugh)
old nasty*ass b*tch (b*tch)
with some tight*ass p*ssy (come on)

[verse 1]
freaky*ass ho, put your toes in my mouth
and when a n*gga f*ck, lemme clean you out
it’s the first of the month, let me nut in your mouth (come on)
we don’t do the six*nine, baby, switch the position (turn around)
godd*mn you look fine when you suckin’ my d*ck (l!ck this sh*t up)
on hood, don’t stop it, baby, do it and do it (do it and do it)
you smoke, i don’t, i’ll do it for you (do it for you)
i don’t wear no rubbers (rubbers)
when i bust, lil’ baby, come l!ck this up (l!ck this up)
girl, gimme that p*ssy (that p*ssy)
that milk, that sauce, that gushy stuff (ugh)
stuff twenty bands in my duffel (yeah)
she ain’t with the birkins, she come in here louis did (louis)

[pre*chorus]
like, i brought brock, i got lesnar (lesner)
givenchy, my outfit fendi, but she’s no real stepper (huh?)

[chorus]
show me you a bad b*tch (bad b*tch)
i need me a bad b*tch (that’s what i need)
all about a bag b*tch (yeah, yeah)
f*ck me better than my last b*tch (f*ck me, girl)
show me you a bad b*tch (show me you a bad*bad)
i need me a bad b*tch (i need me a bad*bad)
all about a bag b*tch (she all about a—)
f*ck me better than my last b*tch (yeah)
[verse 2]
one false move, run up, we blastin’ (boom)
next n*gga try to get tricky, kidnap him (ha)
one glock, two glock, three glock, four
n*ggas got popped side of the head because n*ggas always playin’ when they f*ckin’ in the zone, cuz (what?), yeah
back to the b*tches, though, and to the baby (and to the baby)
and put that thumper on your name for all your dead n*ggas (dead n*ggas)
i got that yumper in my trunk for all you big n*ggas (brrt)
put a n*gga to sleep (z, z, z, z, z, z, z, z)
she love all my player ways, i said, “b*tch, hit the play” (hit it)
that one song i got with philthy got me h*lla hoes

[pre*chorus]
like, i brought brock, i got lesnar (ugh)
givenchy, my outfit fendi, but she’s no real stepper

- haiti babii lyrics

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